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The Boyscouts Wife	By : vittoria Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 13134 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Boyscouts Wife
- 1
Bruce Wayne stepped off the elevator and on to the floor of the apartment building where Clark Kent and Lois Lane lived. He was dressed to the nines in a tailored dark blue Armani suit, electric blue silk shirt and tie that highlighted his dark blue eyes and flattered his powerful physique. In his hand he held an expensive bottle of champagne. Last night after the traumatic events and the arrest of Poison Ivy. Lois Lane had invited him over for a celebratory dinner. Bruce had wanted to duck out. But Lois had insisted. She claimed that she did not get to see him enough as it was either as Bruce Wayne or his alter ego Batman. Seeing that Bruce had to stay overnight anyway due to a meeting he had the next afternoon with Talia Head, the CEO of Lexcorp. Bruce decided to take Lois up on her invitation. Selina Kyle had already returned home to Gotham City shortly afterwards.

He felt odd coming to the Kents home for dinner especially after what had happened yesterday between himself, Superman, Ivy and Catwoman before the cops showed up. He had never thought that Superman had it in him to stray outside of marriage. But there was Superman fucking both Ivy and Catwoman. He guessed that all men were capable of infidelities after all. Even goody two shoes like Superman. The world’s biggest boy scout.

He knocked and the door was soon opened by Lois Lane wearing a short black evening dress that clung to her rich figure. Bruce gave her an appreciative once over, Clark was definitely a lucky man. Lois’s violet eyes danced at seeing him.
“Bruce!” she exclaimed, “So happy you came.”
“Well I couldn’t resist,” Bruce said turning to her.
She gave him a hug and pressed herself against him..longer than he thought was necessary, and pulled back, “Come in. Come in. Clark’s out picking up a few extra things.”
“Here you go,” Bruce said passing Lois the magnum of champagne.
“Let me put this on ice. Why don’t you have a seat in the living room.”
Bruce took a seat in one of the plush leather chairs and looked around at the décor. It was a bit too contemporary for his tastes. Lois emerged a few minutes later with two long stemmed wine glasses and a bottle of uncorked wine. She placed them on the coffee table and poured. She passed one to Bruce. He normally didn’t drink especially in Gotham City because he never knew when he was going to get “the call”. But he decided to make an exception since he was in Metropolis. And a glass of wine wouldn’t hurt. He took the glass from Lois and thanked her. Taking a sip. Lois picked up her glass and sat down in the chair across from him, and crossed her legs, the hem of her dress riding up revealing a shapely thigh. Bruce couldn’t help but stare.
Lois smiled.
“So Bruce..” Lois said slowly, “What’s this about your relationship with Catwoman?” Lois asked.
“We’re just friends… Lois,” Bruce said.
“Is she as frisky as they say?”
Bruce stopped and looked at her. But the look on Lois’s face was one of pure innocence.
“Yes she’s very independent and can be quite spirited,” Bruce replied politely. Spirited was the understatement of the year. She was insatiable. With just five minutes left to board her plane. Selina had insisted that he fuck her in the woman’s washroom at the airport. He had just finished doing her in the back seat of the limo on their way there. “Give me something to remember you by,” she said her voice hot and sultry against his ear as he pushed up her skirt and entered her, with her back against the bathroom stall.
She had barely caught her flight.
“Are you friends with her like you are with Diana. I understand that you two are very close…”
“It’s a bit different than that. Diana and I are more colleagues than anything else.”
“Uh huh?” Lois asked her violet eyes smoldering, “So you’re telling me that you two have only a professional relationship?”
“Yes something like that.”
“When are you going to change that?”
“Excuse me?” Bruce asked startled.
“She likes you, you know,” Lois said leaning forwards and providing him with a good look at her cleavage.
“You’re discussing my life with Diana?” he asked bringing his attention back to her face.
“Oh you know just girl talk,” Lois said, “I mean you’re one of the last men in the Superhero business to not be attached. And trust me there are many women who are interested.”
“Are there?”
“Yes,” Lois replied, “So if you’re not involved with Diana then is it one of your underlings?”
“Underlings?” Bruce asked.
“Underlings,” Lois said, “I mean like Batgirl or Canary.”
“No,” Bruce said. Batgirl was far too young for his tastes and he regarded her as his daughter. Canary on the other hand he was sure was still hung up on Queen..the Green Arrow.
“What about you and Huntress?”
Bruce stopped as if she hit a nerve.
“No,” he said unable to prevent the huskiness from entering his voice as he thought of the beautiful young vigilante who refused to yield to his demands. He had often thought about her yielding to him in bed. “I am not involved with Huntress.”
“Too bad. Clark says the two of you fight like a couple. I just thought that there was something else going on.”
“There isn’t,” Bruce said almost too quickly. He changed the subject, “Speaking of couples Lois. When is your husband coming home?”
“Am I making you uncomfortable?” Lois asked smiling sitting back.
“No. I just don’t like talking about my private life, that’s all. It’s bad enough that I have to deal with the tabloids.”
“Well I’m not about to become a gossip columnist,” Lois took a sip of her wine. Her violet eyes smoldered, “What about me Bruce? You find me attractive?”
“You’re a very beautiful woman Lois. Clark is lucky to have you.”
“Hmm…and what about you Bruce,” she asked leaning forwards, “Would you like to have me?”
It was right then that the front door opened revealing the huge bulky figure of Clark Kent. He was wearing a trench coat and carrying a plastic bag.
“Took you long enough Smallville,” Lois said rising to her feet.
“I just got to the bakery before it closed. There was a killer line up…,” Clark said. His eyes widened in surprise and shock at seeing Bruce sitting on his couch.
“Bruce?” Clark said surprised, “What are you doing here? I thought you would be back in Gotham City.”
“I invited him over,” Lois said quickly, ”We hardly get to see him enough as it is.”
“You didn’t know I was coming?” Bruce asked Clark.
“No,”Clark said stunned
“I wanted it to be a surprise,” said Lois, “Come on let’s eat.”

The meal was simple and well prepared. Subsisting of a well cooked roast, baked potatoes and greens. Clark managed to relax as he told Bruce and some of his most illustrious interviews with foreign dignitaries and politicians. Then while Clark told them both about his interview with the President of Qu’aran Lois reached across with her foot and pressed it up against Bruce’s crotch. He glanced at her for moment, she winked at him and turned her attention back to her husbands story. Bruce tried to shift but couldn’t do so without attracting the attention of Kent. Then to his everlasting shame Bruce began to get an erection.
There was a knock at the door. Clark excused himself and went to answer it. It turned out to be the elderly lady next door. She said her toilet was over flowing and the super wasn’t picking up his phone. Did Clark mind taking a look at it? Clark nodded in agreement and promised Lois and Bruce that he would be back soon.
Lois looked at Bruce for a few seconds smiling saucily,
“Let me take up some of these dishes…” she took up a few dishes and went into the kitchen. Bruce followed her. Lois placed the dishes in the sink and turned to face Bruce her face filled with lust.
“Well it looks like the bread basket isn’t the only full basket in here,” she teased pointing at his tumescent crotch
“You bitch…” Bruce growled advancing towards her.
“You bet,” she replied.
“How long have you planned this?”
“Oh I’ve wanted to do this for years,” she panted, “But I only saw my opportunity yesterday. Catwoman says that you’re quite the stud. You can last for hours.”
“What I’m about to do to you won’t take that long.”
Bruce grabbed her and pushed her up onto the counter, he knew that he was being used and that any minute now Clark could return. But frankly he was too angry and horny to care. He pulled Lois against him hard. His hand pulling up her dress and pulling down her panties. Entered her hard.
All the time Lois was giggling loudly. He was so intent on coming that he did not hear the sound of Clark returning.
There stood Clark Kent ace reporter at the door his eyes open in shock and horror at the sight of his friend buried up to the hilt inside of his wife.
“Lois?” Clark asked perplexed.
Bruce felt his erection subside and withdrew from Lois. Embarrassed he began to adjust himself.
But Lois did not appear to be embarrassed in anyway. She stood up straight and pulled down her dress.
“Don’t look at me like that Clark Kent!” she snapped, “You deserve this!”
“What?” Clark asked trembling.
“You deserve this for fucking Ivy!”
Clark’s face began to grow as red as Superman’s cape.
“Selina told you?” Bruce asked in disbelief.
“No Catwoman didn’t say a thing. It was Ivy who told me. I had an exclusive interview with her this afternoon. And I had to sit there while she bragged to me about how Superman came back for her and fucked her again before the police came. And how she was Superman’s special girl now, And that I no longer counted. It was so humiliating. I could have killed her.”
“Lois it was the phermones,” Bruce said quietly, “You know he was under her spell.”
“I know that. But how about afterwards? When you went to stop her with Bruce. You weren’t high then. You fucked her and Catwoman!”
“Lois baby...” Clark whimpered, “I am so sorry..”
“You know Clark I didn’t expect you to stop having urges just because you were married to me. They are natural after all. In fact I have them too. I have wanted to fuck Batman for years. But the fact of the matter is Clark I didn’t expect you to act on them. I expected you to stay faithful. And you couldn’t even do that.”
“Please Lois,” Clark pleaded he was close to tears.
“Are you sorry you did it Clark?” Lois demanded like a school marm hands on hips.
“Yes,” Clark whimpered.
“And you’re willing to do anything to make it up.”
“Yes! Oh yes!” Clark said desperately.
“Good,” Lois said satisfied,” I want you to watch as your best friend fucks me.”
“No…” Clark said shocked.
“Yes Clark. You said anything. I want you to feel the same humiliation I felt.”
“Please Lois,” Clark pleaded, “Don’t do this.”
“You owe me Clark,” Lois said her eyes narrowing, “And knowing Mr. Wayne here. I know he must be really pissed that we were interrupted right in the middle.”
“I won’t allow this!” Clark exclaimed finally starting to stand up to his wife.
“Oh yes you will!” Lois shouted, “You either do it. Or our marriage is over.”

Bruce Wayne watched the whole thing fascinated. He felt as if he should protest or leave right now. But the whole thing was beginning to become appealing to him. To fuck Lois while her husband Superman, his colleague from the JLA watched would be a turn on. Bruce had fucked other men’s wives before. Trophy wives, younger women married to much older rich men were the best and the ripest for seduction. It was one of the ways that he kept things uncomplicated. As the husband was usually past his prime sexually, And the woman wanted a good time between the sheets, but she wasn’t going to risk her nest egg by leaving her husband to chase after Bruce Wayne. Whom everyone knew avoided marriage like the plague. About 3 afternoons a week he would meet one of his various married girlfriends in a hotel room…or show up at her home and have an hour or two of hot and sweaty sex and then leave. One evening he had even serviced the wife of Dennis Rumsfeld at Rumsfelds home during a business meeting. Rumsfeld was the undersecretary of defense and Wayne Tech was negotiating the building of some new satellite systems with the government. Bruce had been there in on the meeting with a group of his lawyers. Rumsfelds wife a 30 year old ex model had stepped inside the room and asked all the men present if they wanted anything. She gave Bruce a lingering look which spoke volumes. Bruce rose to his feet and asked her to show him where the bathroom was. He followed her to the washroom and fucked her vigorously, then left and went back to the meeting as if nothing had happened. He remembered how turned on he had been by the whole episode..having another man’s wife while the husband was nearby.

Clark looked at Bruce.
“I want you to fuck me Bruce. As Batman. You do you have your suit with you?”
Bruce nodded.
“Then let’s go,” Lois said marching towards the bedroom. Bruce began to strip off his suit slowly revealing his black and gray Batman costume.
“Magnificent..” Lois breathed running her hands around his chiseled torso. Batman wondered why Lois would say that when her own husband was actually bigger and more muscular than he was. But Batman guessed that it had to do with the fact that while Batman was well built he was in no way as big or intimidating as the Man of Steel. Well physically anyway. There was a cruelty and a danger that lay beneath the Dark Knight. And it turned women on to no end. Batman knew..he had more than his share of sexual conquests both in and outside of costume to know.

Batman and Lois made their way towards the bed, Clark was about to join them.
“No Clark!” Lois snapped, “Take a seat by the chair. And watch.”

Clark sat in the huge easy chair in the corner across from the bed. His face covered in sweat.

Lois lay back on the bed and Batman positioned himself between her thighs. At first Batman felt disgusted. But it still did not stop him from becoming turned on. Even though he hated to admit it , part of him had always envied Clark Kent. Not only for his indestructible powers. But for the childlike way he had of looking at the world. As if the world was big friendly and safe place. Batman took life seriously and he did not like the fact that Superman was the head of the Justice League simply by virtue of the fact that he was powerful. As far as Batman was concerned he should be the head of the JLA. He was much smarter and much more skilled and much more pragmatic. Superman was nothing but a country hick…and an idealistic naïve left wing nerd. Batman resented having to take orders from this dreamer and that he had the final say in League matters. He also secretly resented the fact that Superman had voted him out of the League during the whole episode with Ra’s. This would be the perfect payback for all those years of humiliation that Batman had to swallow.

Batman lay Lois down on the bed and commenced with a little light foreplay. By kissing her gently at first, then more insistently. He allowed his hand to stroke Lois’ body. She had sneaked her hand behind his head kissing him deeply, her mouth hungrily devouring his. Then while still kissing her, Batman allowed his gloved hand to snake up beneath her dress, parting her legs so that he could get access to her inner and most sensitive area. She was still wet from before when he had just finished fucking her. He paused in his ministrations to take off his gloves. Lois tried to grab him again. But he pinned her hands down.

“Hold on,” he said firmly, “Let me take my gloves off,” she paused only long enough to allow him to remove his gloves and throw them down on the floor. The gloves were barely off before she was at his mouth again. Man he thought that Catwoman was aggressive, turns out that she had nothing on Lois. What the hell was the Boyscout doing? Ignoring his wife’s needs? Speaking off which…Batman looked over to what Kent was doing. Surprisingly he had gripped the arm rest so hard that he had separated it from the chair. His lower lip was quivering as if he were about to break into tears. Batman smiled and proceeded to continue to kiss Lois. His bare hands moving up under her dress to her full ripe breasts. He pinched one nipple then the other. Lois groaned in ecstasy. He positioned his body between her open legs and pushed her dress up below her arm pits and began to move lower and lower down her body alternating between stroking her body with his strong hands and licking her skin. She tasted just like cocoa butter. When he traced the edges that sorounded the thick crinkly thatch of her pelvis. Lois giggled with delight and jerked her legs up. Batman pushed them back down again and climbed down off the bed and kneeled on the floor pulling Lois to him, until she had her ass on the edge. Batman first began to lick her clit before inserting two fingers inside her. Moving them back and forth slowly at fist then with more vigour.
“Oh yes!” Lois screamed, “Yes do it harder!”

When she had finished Batman pulled away and rose to his feet standing two feet away from the bed. Lois looked at him confused, until with one sweeping movement he glanced down at his crotch.

“No!” Clark cried out getting up off the chair and stopping halfway at the bed, “Not that!”
“Yes that!” Lois hissed turning on her husband, “It’s my turn to have some fun. Sit back down and watch!”
Obediently Clark trotted back and sat down on the chair. As Lois climbed off the bed and got to her knees before Batman. She slowly pulled down his tights and extracted his cock. It was huge and red. She took it in her hand and began to at first just lick the head before she began to swallow in earnest. When Batman felt himself coming he gripped Lois by her hair and forced his cock deeper into her mouth. All the while his eyes on Clark Kent whose eyes began to fire up in anger. Batman just smiled cruelly.

“What a mouth!” he said, “Ah…!” as he felt himself let go.

Batman undid his utility belt, but allowed Lois to strip him naked. All except for the cowl.

“My God you’re beautiful!” she breathed stroking his naked body. Batman moved behind her and unzipped her dress allowing it to fall down to the floor. He then picked her up into his strong arms and placed her down on the bed. He knelt between her parted legs. She reached out to him and pulled him on top of her. Taking his huge cock in her hands, Lois placed him inside of her. Batman began to move slowly inside of her, while by this time, Clark Kent had risen to his feet dropped his trousers, his cock in his hands furiously pumping away, tears still streaming down his face. He walked over to the bed where Batman was vigorously fucking Lois and placed his cock just above her mouth. Lois reached up and took Superman’s 6’’ cock in her hand and began to stroke him. How about that Batman thought my cock is bigger than his. I should really be running the JLA after all.

Batman raised himself up until he was resting the weight of his upper body on his hands as he furiously began to pound Lois. Her face was filled with a mixture of triumph and elation. He could clearly see that she was turned not only turned on by being fucked by Batman but by the sight of her husband watching.

“Yes that’s it!” Lois cried as she came her long red talons digging into Batman’s powerful shoulder, touching off Batman’s own orgasm.

Batman groaned in ecstasy and rolled off Lois. He had no sooner done so than was Clark on top of her pumping away as if for dear life.
“Oh Clarkie,” she exclaimed, “Yeah baby that’s it. Do me hard.”
“Who’s your daddy Lois?” Superman barked.
“You are baby you are!”
Batman rose to his feet and shook his head in amazement and disbelief. Then picking up his discarded clothes left.
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